Integrity needs no rules.

Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and this is its whole secret.

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

No, Father, I've a very different idea of love. And until my dying day I shall refuse to love a scheme of things in which children are put to torture.

In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.